Rated PG-13. Includes copious F-bombs.
We Are the Flower
By Claire Humphrey
I didn’t clue in until I saw the ghost bike chained to a signpost on Adelaide, near a corner. I was stopped up close, and I looked down and the angles of the frame were familiar. A Cannondale CAAD 5, just like mine. You could even see flashes of the same red and yellow logo underneath the white spray paint.
It’s, like, a pretty iconic bike, and you see them around a lot. So nothing too weird, right? Only then I noticed the luggage tag dangling from the handlebar. The neon green stood out against the white spray paint, and where you’d write the address someone had written, in silver marker, MISS YOU, MC.
Which is my name, or at least what I’m called.
I paused there a moment, one shoe clipped in, the other out and braced on the curb, then I looked at the rest of the bike again and saw, under the paint, the shape of my Trogdor sticker on the top tube.
Just like the one on the top tube of the red and yellow CAAD 5 I was currently riding.
Got to say, it shook me. I knew in my feelings even though I didn’t quite know in my mind. So what did I do?
Well, honestly, I turned into a bird. (Continue Reading…)